it's still very early in the morning and i'm working on my explo tasks. it's the last week of our summer classes and that translates to portfolios and narratives to be checked by our bosses, and given to the parents at the end of classes. 2am-5am have been my best working hours since highschool (twas catalyzed by pubescent phone marathon sessions and getting emo over heartbreaks soundtracked by a mixed tape).
but i'm still functioning on autopilot after losing pinku. i made trixie my shock absorber yesterday afternoon and i played musical chairs with all the stages of grief in our time together. shock-denial-anger-bargaining-depression-testing... and the start of acceptance already, i hope.
it's funny how mornings symbolize new hope. when you feel like crap and sleep is a sweet escape, mornings actually become unwelcome guests.
FRAYED and 'FRAID
lots and lots and lots of things to do, and not only do i want to do them on my magic working time, i need to already. since i don't have a laptop anymore, i don't have the option of just winging it once i'm in school already. i have to work on my desktop pc at home. it's a hassle borrowing computers from my co-teachers, i know they need it badly at this time too. and so, i am led back to my first passion, doodling and drafting things with a pen and paper. i'm actually retraining my hand to catch up with my ADHDish brain and its run-on sentences. gudlak to me.
wah, but it's spooky working now knowing that pinky got abducted at this time of the day. :( i'm actually freaked out knowing that i could very well bump into the &^^$%& thief on the street and i won't even have the idea. of course s/he's just around. how the hell else would s/he know that we have laptops here?
i'm now making myself believe that pinku just got beamed up by scotty.
LOSS and LAWS
it's actually my first time to lose things via theft, not just by my ditziness. when i left my make-up kit at dubai airport, i had my kaburaraan to blame. having things taken away... ugh. mas bad trip. hay.
and the thing is, the moment i knew it was gone, i didn't even delude myself that i'd still get it back. after such deliberate effort, ano ibabalik? after ireport sa pulis, sa barangay, what? what then? asa pa 'ko that something will actually happen. laws seemingly equate to mere suggestions nowadays.
as far as i'm concerned, the only law working for me at that time was murphy's. anything that can go wrong will go wrong. and boom. tada!
DAYS and DAZE
ooh but well. gotta roll with the punches. this too shall pass. days seem to be so much faster now anyways, it's surprising. like for example, jeb and i are a day away from our third year anniversary. WATABOUTIT huuuh? 3 years na kami. ansaya.
and just like that, the crappiness of everything alse poofs, and becomes koko krunch.
celebrate good times kamown!
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